Finding myself between the closing of one door and the opening of another, it is only natural that I seek out doors not locked to one such as myself. As many an unemployed person would tell you, there is nothing warm or fuzzy about this period.

It is a period where one feels excluded from society at large, like a discard on a refuse heap. It is a period where every scrap of resource becomes a lot more precious in its accentuated finity, its replenishment all but clamped off by those who would toss one aside like gum that has served its purpose. And this from the single perspective… probably far worse for the typical family person in a similar predicament.

With the commutation of this sentence from death to life a heavy load is lifted from upon me. It is not that the weight ever rested upon my shoulders. Rather it was more like a ball of negativity eating me up from inside - something one would wish to just pound but cannot.

With this Texas decision this escalation of injustice has been averted, mainly due to the sheer goodwill of those who not only spoke out but acted on his behalf. He has a tomorrow to look forward to… but the story is far from over as Texas has more executions lined up.

Every organization that has ever existed has had some kind of structure that kept their members together. Whether it be a common direction or a common goal and whether through natural or artificial means, successful groups tended to maintain an element of togetherness.

And so I too, in attempting to lay the groundwork for this organization, Path Forger, find myself in search for those essential threads that shall intertwine and bond comers to a common purpose.

It would be true to state that I have a fragmented but sure vision…